tell me i didn't make the wrong choice.
tell me i'm not regretting what i did.
tell me the world's not becoming what its becoming.

what the hell lah.


i wonder why i'm like that.
i wonder why i look like that,
why i speak like that,
why i blog like that,
why i live my live like that.

like what? like that lah.

what the hell do the good results do lah.
it totally makes no difference.
i still don't get what i want,
and they're still not giving me what i want.

you said you want to cry,
that makes me wanna cry even more.

i hate that uncomfortable feeling.
i want to be right there so much, but nah, in my dreams.


why can't the world be unhappy-free?
if i were to re-write that if i was god journal,
i wouldn't write the same thing anymore.
cos there's so much i wanna change now.



i feel like a freaking liar.
i never keep to my words.
my whole life's a lie.

yes, fish.